1986 SMALL BOOK 25 pages
page 5
The fence is more fussy, straight to become “perfect”. I’m using the average pokost, in a really bad condition (dark), I’m thinking about finishing three paintings. The painting is not successful, very not successful. Too fuzzy colours, trying to redo it/fix the colours. It’s pointless, unsuccesfull bad blue colour. The mistake in darkening. Use warmer colour.
The warm colours , Colder colours -> picture analysis
The father comes, we’re sitting on the motor-bike. We’re going to swim in the lake. We’re sitting there two hours. We’re fishing, I’m paddling. We’re leaving the motor-bike by the fishing house. I’m locking it. Father is throwing out the water from the boat and I’m pickup up and preparing the fishing-rods – two spinnings, putting on two flashes and thinking about caching a Pike fish. Deep in my heart I’m sorry for all those underwater creatures, which are beeing catched on a metal piece, beeing hurt inside their mouth by a sharp metal pieces. I’m beeing sorry, but still I come here and catch them (maybe there will be a painting from it). God forgive me this weakness. Still I feal like saying, that this is something bad, still making a psycho-analysis from it. During the swimming in the boat. I’m hitting the water by the paddle, I feal it’s resistance. Some views of the shores during the swimming (the left shore).